The conversations.

The plans we made.

The way he held my hand when I was anxious.

I didn’t need to erase those memories to recognize the relationship had become impossible.

The mistake was treating past affection as evidence that future behavior would improve.

I kept waiting for Ethan to become independent of Olivia’s approval.

He kept waiting for me to accept his family’s way of doing things.

We were moving toward entirely different futures.